I walked out of Luke's room. "Aaron...this guy...he...just get outside and talk to him..." John said to me. "What?" I asked confused. "Come on..." John said as he motioned for me to follow him. John and I walked outside. All I saw was Becky standing there, she was looking at what looked to be a dead man on the ground. John signaled for me to walk up to the man. I looked back and forth between Becky and John as they started to walk away and leave me with the man. "Mr. Brooks." The man said as he chuckled. "...How do you know my name?" I asked him. "Taha told me..." The man said. That was all he needed say for me to know what had happened to him.
"You can't be afraid to kill these killers...sometimes in order to kill a killer, you have to become a killer." The man said. I was silent. I wasn't going to trust some random dying person I met on the streets. "If you gonna be a good leader...you don't want this to happen to your group..." The man said. "I'm not a leader..." I said to him. "You don't see yourself as one...but it sure does sound like your people do." The man said to me. "I'm sorry but---" I started to say but the man just started talking again. "You're not dealing with any old trigger happy man...that's for sure." The man said chuckling. "You're dealing with the man that rapes his sister, sliced a man's ear off, and hangs children over a crowd a risers." The man said.
I thought about all the man was saying. I didn't want any of this to happen to my family or my group. I needed to protect them, and if that meant killing, I would kill for their safety. I looked away from the man. "I can't do this..." I said to him. "If a wimp like me can drag my dead body outta there, you can kill a few men." The man said. The man suddenly took my hand and put something in it and nodded at me. I looked in my hand and saw a key labeled back. "...Thank you..." I said. "And thank you..." The man said smiling. "Now...I ain't got all day...would you?" The man asked as he held out a gun to me. I stepped back. "No...I'm not killing you..." I said.
"It's not killing me...it's putting me out of my misery..." The man said. "I can't..." I said as I started to walk away. I couldn't kill someone innocent who had just helped us. I knew I was going to have to start killing people to protect our group, but I didn't know how I was going to deal with it. I was just getting used to killing risers. "To kill the killer, you have to become a killer..." I heard the man say. I stopped and started to turn around. But just as I turned around, the man held the gun to his head, took one last breath and pulled the trigger. I watched as his brains and blood splatter on the asphalt. I looked away. The sound of someone killing themselves was too much for me. And the sound of his blood trickling out of his head was way too much.
John ran around the corner. "What happened?!" He said as he saw the the man's newly deformed head. "...I don't even know..." I said as I walked away. The sound of the bullet shots reminded me of the last normal day on earth. I remember the sound of people killing themselves sitting in their office chairs. I remember John trying to stop them and trying to get them to join us. I remember how I used to be. I used to be so afraid, and I still am. Except now, I'm afraid of different things. I was afraid for my own life, but now I'm afraid for others.
"Hey...if you all need any help, I can help...my group can help." Joe said as I walked inside again. "We don't need any help...right now..." I said to him. "Oh ok..." Joe said. "It's just that..our group is here now, we are a part of your group. And we want to help..." Joe said to me. I looked at him. I grabbed the car keys and handed them to him then started to walk towards Julia's dead cold body lying on the table. "What are you doing?" Joe asked. "You said you wanted to help, so you're gonna help." I said as I stared right at him. He backed away a little bit as if he were shocked or disgusted. "Well if this was you, you would wanna a proper grave wouldn't you?" I asked him. By this time everyone was looking at Joe and I.
One of Joe's group members helped me carry Julia's body to the car. Joe started to open the driver seat door but I stopped him. "I'm not letting you drive one of only two cars we have." I said as I got in the seat and started the car. Joe got in the passenger seat and sat there looking confused. "Why do you all leave so much? You all could just be safe and stay in the FBI department." Joe said. "How would we find food and weapons if we never left?" I said to Joe. "...You would stay out of trouble..." Joe said. "That's not the point...anymore..." I said. We were already in trouble, there was no way of going back in time and redoing everything. If only I had killed Jackson when we first met him. Then none of this shit would have ever happened.
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Rise Of The Undead Part Three: With the Touch of a Hand
Horror"You can't be afraid to kill these killers...sometimes in order to kill a killer, you have to become a killer." The man said. I was silent. I wasn't going to trust some random dying person I met on the streets. "If you gonna be a good...
